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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel as yoo may hav gessd the sunday awards and meem show did not appeer and no selebritteez wer harmd dooring its tayping this is on akkownt of i wuznt home i wuz playing flyball chek it owt!!!

yes thats rite its a sport for pyoorbreds and mixd breeds and reskyooz wich just abowt covers enny dog wot mite want to play we hav menny diffrent dogs on owr teem heer ar a fyoo of them:

this is my fan club!!!

ball?

i am keeping a low profile until the paparazzi leev

first my nose and nekst the rest of me!!!

sorry no i do not hav enny gray poopon

this is where the fluffy dogs hang owt!!!

krates ar for dogs wot dont fit on laps

first i ketch zee ball. zen i kill zee ball.

pleezd to meet yoo jerry maguire but i do not need an aydjent

of korse sumtimes unawthorizd persuns try to sneek into the lineup

of korse it is not all just abowt sitting arownd luking pritty its abowt running!!!

lets git reddy to flyyyybaaaaaalllll!!!!!!

and wot cud be better then running??? more running!!!

so as yoo can see it wuz a good day hanging owt with my frends and playing flyball yesterday and i did it all day long and thats why ozzy ozzborn never kaym over to wurk on a theem song for the sunday awards and meem show!!! ok bye

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel for now i hav givin up on the folk singers becuz the all seem to have an abnormal attatchmint to cats so insted i hav deesided to tayk tuckers sugjestchun for sumwun diffrent to rite me a theem song and so welkum mister ozzy ozzborn!!!

ok first we wil start off with a meem!!! it has ben a wile sinse we did wun of those this is a wun wurd anser meem wot has ben mayking the rownds i pikd it up from my gud frend s le by the way i am sorry abowt the poor spelling and improper punkchooayshun and kapitalizayshun of the kwestchuns but their wer so menny it wood tayk me too long to korrekt them all!!! so heer we go with my ansers:

speeking of witch it seems that the smal hedjhog wot wuz impersonayting me has run up a verry lardj credit kard bil frum pertchasing his own set of flybal jumps and bokses and so i must tern to my frends the forin bankers for anuther infyoozhun of cash!!!

dont wurry mr ozzy ozzborn wunse the munny arrives i wil be aybel to pay yore songriting fee!!!

ok nekst is the blog buddy award wot the chronicle of woos otherwise nown as the op pack gayv to all there nice reederz!!!

now as yoo can see … um …. hay that award is a bunch of kitties!!!! wel at leest they ar verry yung kitties wot hav probly not yet bekum eevil and jayded like some other kitties i cud menshun *koff* trouble *koff* in keeping with the speerit in wich the op pack handed owt this award i too wood like to invite all my bestest blog buddeez to tayk it!!! eeven if yoo ar not kitties!!!

now finaly as yoo may remember last week we had the posibly kursd or posibly not kursd ra award now i wuz supozd to keep this award sayf for a week and then hand it owt to sumwun:

now as yoo may no …. oh gosh wot is rong with ozzy ozzborn???

uh oh ummmmmm wel thats a rap folks!!!! nothing to see heer!!!! in fakt we didnt eeven hav a sunday awards and meem show tooday!!!! toon in tomorrow for more merry hijinks ha ha ok bye

After the repairs that Mr. Scott effected to the navigation system of the Doghouse of Justice, I had hoped to be able to navigate it as expertly as I did the original version which was, sadly, destroyed by dinosaurs last year.  However, it appears that something in the circuitry still is not working properly.  It has returned me to the correct place, but nowhere near the correct time …

Detecting some activity in a nearby building, I sneak inside, hoping to find someone who can tell me when I am; but I inadvertently crash some sort of royal gala, drawing the ire of one individual and the admiration of another.

Later, the Princess invites me to tea, where I innocently suggest we go for walkies, not realizing that the Princess has never been out on her own before.

In the plaza, we meet a friendly gentleman who buys the Princess her first ice cream cone. Sadly, I do not get any.

Afterwards, the gentleman suggests we go scooting. I never knew that humans engaged in this behavior — this will make a fascinating addition to the anthropology course I teach at the university!

Unfortunately I soon realize that i misinterpreted the type of scooting that was intended, once again illustrating the difficulties inherent in trying to understand an alien culture. This is a completely different activity from what I expected, less fun and, once the Princess takes the handlebars, much more dangerous.

We soon arrive at a local attraction, a large wall engraving that is evidently worshiped by the locals as some sort of greedy and vengeful god.

Unfortunately, like Cassandra, my predictions go unheeded.

After dropping our friend off at the local emergency room, the Princess and I return to the piazza for more ice cream, where we say our goodbyes.

Then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, a bizarre visitor appears!

Who is this strange character? How does he know my name? And where did he find a DeLorean? I will find the answer to these questions — because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.

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